kovalam

There was no better reward for us then jumping on that plane and landing at Trivandrum airport. We made it to Kerala, alive, and were glowing. Kerala lies on the Arabian sea on the southwest coast. We were met with more then luscious palm trees, bright colors and a very hot afternoon. We drove on a long, green palm tree lined street and headed 15 minutes south to Kovalam. We found a place that was right on the beach (falling asleep to the waves was just what the doctor ordered) with tons of little hotels and restaurants. We paid a little more then usual for the hotel but took advantage of it all. We’d wake up early and get an amazing breakfast at a German bakery, spend the whole day in the sun then at night retire with a drink and some fish and some american tv channels! It was bliss. The best/sometimes annoying thing about Kovalam was: the fruit ladies. These ladies are ruthless! They wear a basket on their head of every tropical fruit you can imagine and go up to everyone on the beach asking what they want. Right after we got there I met the fruit lady known as Mary and said maybe id buy some the next day. “Promise me! don’t go with no other fruit lady, okay?’ ‘Okay Mary’. That is how she became my fruit lady. If you weren’t in the mood for fruit she got all upset and would say, in an hour? As much as she was annoying sometimes there was something I really liked about her. And she did make one hell of a fruit salad. ‘bahnana, mahngo, pupuyah, cocoonut’. On the last day we chilled with those ladies for a bit, ate our last fruit salad from them, took some photos and parted ways. Kovalam was a great town to start our journey in Kerala, but the beaches were not the greatest and the Indian men who would walk in groups, well they were just horrible. Snapping photos of woman in their bikinis, holding each others hands while their eyes ogled woman. I was ready for the next beach town and hoping we’d leave all those pervs in Kovalam.